#3: The post I couldn't think of an apt title for.

I like films which feel like they were made with me in mind. Films with my sense of humour, my interests and I would like to imagine a bit of intelligence to them. But like most people I will generally sit through most things, and usually enjoy them.

But sometimes a film comes along that ticks all my boxes and so much more. A film which rattles around my head for days after. These films say something to me. They speak to me in volumes that transcend two hours of entertainment and a few quotes to throw around with your mates. It’s as if they weren’t simply made with me in mind, but made for me especially.

These are films like High Fidelity, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and L'Appartement. There’s this feeling as if someone’s opened the curtains of your worried, isolated little life and shown you the view. It’s the comfort of someone being in the same boat. It’s like the filmmakers have nudged you in the ribs and said “it’s alright, we all feel like that.” I felt this feeling again last night through the credits of “The Good Night”

Everyone gets it. Have you ever been listening to a song, really thought about the lyrics and thought “WOW”? Ever got to the last page of a novel then turned straight back to chapter 1? That’s what I get out of these films. Your stomach drops like when you drive over a steep hill. It doesn’t even have to have a happy ending. In fact that’s rarely the case. It’s that point when you think “I’ve done that! I’ve been like that! That’s me!” and the world opens up. Suddenly it’s all just an inside joke and your just happy to be in on it at last.

A Friend once summed it up perfectly when we were talking about reading High Fidelity: “It’s as if Hornby’s taken everything crap about being a bloke – all the insecurities, paranoia and going a bit mental, wrapped it up with a big red bow and gives it to you when you’re at your absolute lowest, saying “Yeah, I know. Its shit isn’t it!”

These are my chick flicks. If I want a Bridget Jones moment I’ll bloody well have one! Mine just happens to involve John Cusack and the rules to a killer mixtape.